"How many militiamen are there who can fight?" Cecilia finally said the first words after speaking out loud about Red Leaf Town.
She didn't look submissive, but reached out and lifted the hood directly. Her blond hair was like a waterfall, and her delicate facial features looked very beautiful. But at this time, apart from the young militiaman, Puda's attention was more on Cecilia's temperament. He always thought that this little girl was just the lord's sister, and he generally regarded her as a vase from the beginning. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be not a vase.
Anyone who can show such a capable temperament will not be regarded as a useless person.
"There are still about five hundred people." Puda replied immediately.
At this time, Sean's eyes looked at the young man in front of him. A golden glimmer flashed in his eyes, but Sean was stunned the next second, then turned his head to look at Puda and asked: "People Doesn't the Corps have a name?"
